Dracarys

Humanity Is Conditioned to Play It Safe

To not take too many risks.
To stay part of the herd.
To survive.

And for a big part, it works. This ancient, reptilian part of your brain has helped humans survive through the ages.
But survival was never meant to be the end goal. Even back then, people had to venture out, to find food, partners, new territory.

That instinct to stay safe is ancient.
And it’s being hijacked by the one percent of our leaders who prefer to keep the ninety-nine percent nice and quiet.

The Golden Cage

Your safe cave, the one that feels so familiar, is also what keeps you small.

Because it can be reaaallly cozy in there. Lined with a beautiful house (and a killing mortgage or rent plus taxes), nice clothes, good food, holidays, a bit of Netflix, and an “okay” job.

Bread and circuses: it looks like comfort, but it’s still a cave.
A golden cage built on fear, disguised as “having it together.”

It holds you back from your dreams, your truth, and the kind of life that makes you feel fully alive.

The Inconvenient Truth

Remember the curfew during the pandemic?
That, too, felt pretty cozy for many. A glass of good red wine, a thrilling Netflix series, sitting in your onesie by the woodstove.

Surpassing the fact that you were locked up in your own home while being perfectly healthy.
A pretty luxurious, homely prison-facility.

Does that trigger you? Good. It’s meant to. Because it’s the perfect example.

FEAR is the biggest obstacle on the road to becoming who you really are, and the biggest tool in the box to keep us under control.

Our entire society runs on fear. Just turn on the news.
(Or better yet, don’t. Million-dollar tip right there.)

Fear. Division. Polarization. Divide and conquer.
As old as time.

Who Profits From Your Fear?

While the one percent feeds off the energy of our fear and smallness, their pockets grow deeper.
And ours? Empty.

Not just financially. Emotionally too.

Love, joy, freedom, compassion, sovereignty, they are all forms of energy.
And most of us give that energy away daily, voluntarily.

Here’s the tricky part: most of our life choices are made out of fear.

Fear vs Freedom

Make a list of what you truly want in life, what you want to do, who you want to be.
Then ask yourself: why am I not already doing or being that?

The answer is always: fear.

How to step out of fear?
We blow up the whole safe cave.

Not just to peek out.
No. We plant a big stick of energetic dynamite and blow the whole thing up.

Because beyond that edge lies magic and freedom.

I’m not asking you to be reckless.
I’m asking you to MOVE.

Feel the Fear and Move Anyway

I know what it’s like to live in fear. I still do, often.
But I’ve looked it in the eye.

I’ve chosen to speak my truth and do my own thing, even when it made me stand out like a sore thumb.
Even when my voice trembled.
Even when people disliked me. (That one stung, trust me.)

But I’m still here.
And I kept moving.

Sometimes in big quantum leaps, sometimes in baby steps.

I feel the fear and do it anyway.

And every time I do, I step a little further out of the fear-based system.
Like the total badass rebel that lives somewhere deep inside you, too.

Step Out of the Divide

Zoom out for a second. Look at how the game is played.
Who drives the divide? Who profits from our infighting?

Stepping out of that boobytrap: divide et impera, is pure liberation.

And no, it’s not inhumane to stop fighting, as long as you don’t stop caring.

The boldest act of resistance is to stand in your truth, power, and love.
Even when you’re a raging dragon inside.
Especially then.

Dracarys

I love to tell myself “Dracarys”, very often.
Also while writing a story like this.

‘Dracarys’ is the old Valyrian word for dragonfire. (Yeah, Game of Thrones. I watched it because I’m in desperate need of more dragons in my life.)

I have a lot of dragonblood running through my veins.
I thrive on that inner fire, I need it to feel urgency, to get moving, writing, evolving, caring.

This dragonblood is also an ancient reptilian part of our system, and it’s about time we ignite the shit out of it.

But direct your fire wisely.
Alchemize your rage into power, the power to change yourself, and by doing so, to change the world.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions by “nice” and decent people who play by the rules.
The road to heaven, straight back to source?
That one is paved by loving, sovereign souls who dare to search for light and truth and blaze their inner fire.

Rise and Expand

Is it scary and challenging to rise and expand? Hell yes.
Will you still feel fear? Absolutely.
Does it have repercussions from people and systems around you? For sure.

But only from people and systems that thrive on your smallness.

You can decide to step out of this default position of fear.
Not expecting problems, but expecting possibilities.

Take aligned action.
Surround yourself with cheerleaders for your growth.

First step: acknowledge that you have been taking fear-based decisions.
Next step: action.

It will get easier as we grow, rise, and evolve, together with a growing number of people who dare to step into their loving and fierce power.

I’m Not All-Knowing. I’m Walking Beside You.

I’m here on this earth, in this human body, on a very clear mission: to guide you to the next level of freedom.

Not through edgy marketing funnels or manipulative sales strategies. That takes way too much of my precious energy and fire.

Because I know that when I breathe my fire and share my truth, the right people will feel it, light up by it, and start to move.

If that’s you, stop waiting.
If this story lit something inside you: good.

That’s your dragonfire waking up.
When you’re ready to move, you’ll know.

Follow that. Explore, connect, read, reach out: wherever it takes you.
Everything you need is already waiting for you on my website.
Dracarys. Move.

Love, Annemarijn

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Identity and the Illusion of “Good Enough”

We’re raised to choose a path long before we even know who we are.

Pick a study. Pick a job. Pick a mortgage. Pick a life.

At sixteen or eighteen, you’re asked to make choices that shape your income, your worth, your self-image — all before you’ve even met your true genius, let alone been guided toward it. Before you’ve seen what life really is about, or all the possibilities it holds.

And somehow, we’re expected to stick to that plan until the gold watch or retirement.

All the while hustling for money, and being grateful for weekends, Netflix, and holidays. Yes, you lead a good life. But still, that quiet gnawing feeling of not enough never really leaves. And it’s as random as it sounds.

The illusion of choice

Does this sound a little exaggerated? Maybe. But I challenge you to look back — to look inward — and observe yourself and the choices you made. From what place were those choices made?

You built an identity around those early decisions. Some of them just seemed to have happened to you.

Now you measure yourself in billable hours, salary, productivity, performance reviews.
You get good at it. Maybe even successful.

But somewhere deep inside, there’s that whisper:
“Good enough is not enough.”

When “adulting” becomes self-erasure

Because somehow, you got stuck in the hustle.

Not enough money to be free.
Not enough time.
Not enough energy for the things that make you feel alive.
Not enough rest.
Not enough presence.
Not enough fire.
Not enough space for stillness, for art, for curiosity, for the part of you that remembers who you were before all this.

We call it being an adult.
In school, you were trained to get used to it — to understand “how things work in the real world.”

But let’s be honest: why should you settle for that story?
You decide how your own adult life works.
You can step out of the loop anytime and make a change.

We built lives around versions of ourselves that were never meant to carry that much weight, and then we wonder why they crack one day.

Your spirit doesn’t care about your LinkedIn headline

Here’s the truth: your spirit couldn’t care less about your LinkedIn headline.

It cares about resonance. About the frequency of being fully alive.

So maybe the question isn’t “Am I doing enough?”
Maybe it’s “Am I being enough?”

And I don’t mean fame or status. I mean that deep, unmistakable sense of being fully here — body, mind, energy, purpose.

If you’re reading this thinking, “I know there’s more, but I can’t quite name it,” that’s not failure.
That’s your true self rearing its head.

Awareness first.
Then action.

Identity is not your job title

Identity isn’t your job title.
It’s not your follower count, your bank account, or your business model.

It’s something far greater — it stretches beyond lifetimes, beyond dimensions, beyond this flat system of work, money, and perpetual hustle.

So… who are you really?
And how would the ultimate version of you show up to totally nail the time you have on this earth?

I’d love to find out.
Because clarity on the most basic question of all opens up an entire universe of opportunities.

This is not me fixing you

This is you remembering who you were before the world told you to behave.

Truly seeing what sets you on fire. Following your bliss and acknowledging your dreams and obsessions for what they are: direction.

You are god consciousness in a human suit, fully alive. Why settle for less?

Change doesn’t take time.
It’s a decision.
The time is now.

Are you in?
Spots are limited since I’m only working one-on-one online for now.
I’m here, waiting for you to say YES, and explore it together.

Love, Annemarijn

People over algorithms. Thought of someone who needs this? Pass it on, and let this land where it belongs ❤️

New Era, Your Time to Rise

Inconvenient truth: you did not come to earth, as pure god consciousness in a human suit, to be a small, obedient brick in the wall.

Your ancestors fought for survival and freedom. Some were burned at the stake for it. All so that you could stand in your power and embody all that ancient truth. And deep down, you know it.

Is this you?

You have a quite good life, but deep inside something feels off.
You are competent at work, but it isn’t yóur work.
You lost sight of your mission and forgot how to dream — because you were never fully allowed to.
You live with a constant sense of scarcity, even when the fridge is full.
You self-sabotage to avoid friction.
You play small so people keep liking you.
You want to do less and be more, but the treadmill is relentless.
You don’t fit the system, yet you still have to live in it.
You miss direction, courage, voice, and conviction.
You want sovereignty but don’t know how to embody it.
You hop from problem to problem and can’t see the infinite possibilities.
You want a life on your terms — and still pay the bills.
You want to stay true without being pulled into the world’s polarity.
You feel ancient threads calling deep in your bones and want access to that wisdom.

You are ready for change.
Ready to be fully yourself.

The great unraveling

Right now, systems are cracking. Millions are waking up. The false program unravels. These times call for people who choose to live from their true self. Who remember their ancient power and wisdom. Who activate the full blast of their DNA.

Standing in your truth will strip away what isn’t aligned and release an infinite field of possibilities. Is it scary to leap? For the old you, maybe. But this is the pivotal moment in time to step into the next upgraded version of you.

Make it count.

The ripple effect of standing in your truth

You’ll know this is working because your life starts reflecting your choices.
You start to exit the matrix of fear and stop leaking energy.
Decisions get made faster, with less drama.
Work becomes cleaner or gets replaced.
Money conversations stop being a battlefield.
Conversations that once scared you become clear.
Boundaries become quiet and firm.
Health stabilizes when the nervous system stops sprinting.
Creativity returns.
You start leading, not managing or coping.

The outside world reads this as confidence. To you, it feels like home.
The people who matter will notice. You will feel it first.

This is not coaching. This is remembrance.

What I do goes beyond coaching and healing; it is about action and remembrance.
No new-age fluff or management lingo. This is deep play and clean conversation with you and your source.

I cut through the noise and get you moving, now. Expect clear questions, clean language, grounded meditation, and micro-actions that make the shift real, all with ease, grace, and a good pinch of laughter.

This is not me fixing you.
This is you remembering who you were before the world told you to behave.

Truly seeing what sets you on fire. Following your bliss and acknowledging your dreams and obsessions for what they are: direction.

You are god consciousness in a human suit, fully alive, deeply loving, forgiving, and absolutely not a pushover.

Change doesn’t take time

It is a decision. The time is now.

Time to collapse the story of struggle, the endless healing, the digging for reasons why it won’t work.
Time to unleash your full power.

I only work with clients who are all in and yelling “hell yes” at the screen right now.

When you’re ready to stop waiting and start living on your own terms, that’s where I come in.

No comparison. No category. Just truth.

I’m not here to convince you to give this a go. This is what I’ve been working toward since forever: guiding people like you, in this exact moment in human history, back to themselves.

Sounds cocky? Maybe ;-)
This is me standing in my truth in wildly challenging and exciting times.

Is there a type of expert to compare me to? I don’t think so. I am a category of one.

New eras bring new specialists for new challenges. I consider myself one of them. I am as human as you are, navigating the same path, but I also fully know what I am capable of.

And this is it.

The invitation

So here I am, speaking my truth and offering myself on a silver platter.
And I am well aware that my message goes way beyond what most people find normal or acceptable.

Does that feel scary? Not anymore. This is inevitable for me. I need to do this.

And by doing so, I am inviting you to step up in your own unique way.

If this is the guidance you’ve been searching for, you’ll know. And then we will hit the ground running.

When you’re ready to start living by your own playbook, that’s where I come in.

Are you in?

Spots are limited since I’m only working one-on-one online for now.
Let’s go, and see how good and how cool it can get.
The real cost is in waiting and second-guessing while your whole body already said YES.

Love, Annemarijn

People over algorithms. Thought of someone who needs this? Pass it on, and let this land where it belongs <3

Lioness, Unleashed: What Grief, a Broken System, and a Global Freak Show Taught Me About Power

I have something painful to share, and I am sharing it anyway. It changed how I see life and my place in it.

From people-pleaser to ghost

I used to be a certified people pleaser, the nice girl next door with the big smile. I shaped myself around everyone else, making sure they were comfortable, running on self-erasure I called service, pretending I was fine. The ideal healthcare professional on paper.

It emptied me out. Not because of the people I met, but because of how I kept abandoning myself inside a system that rewarded overgiving and underpaying. The format, the hours, the rules, the nonstop stories and needs and energetics — all of it. I could hold space for a village and still go home feeling like a ghost in my own life.

The underworld of grief

Then the unthinkable happened. We lost our newborn son after almost 48 hours. My husband and I fell into the deepest, darkest pit of despair, devastation and grief imaginable. And we survived.

There is an underworld to grief that does not care about polite conversation or tidy coping strategies. It strips you. It leaves only what is true.

I decided then and there I would never again be swallowed by narrow-mindedness or small-minded respectability. No fussing over the irrelevant to keep the peace. No small talk to avoid the real. No work or circles that do not earn my energy. Me and my family first. What truly matters gets my life force.

The unglamorous aftermath

That reads powerful on the page. The unglamorous part is the aftermath. People who felt sorry for me and still needed their rightful big piece of me, preferably fast. People eager to tell me their grief stories while I was still carrying mine. So I stapled the smile back on and delivered, even when I had nothing left to give. The show must go on, right?

The lioness awakens

Apparently, I needed one more major kick in the butt. I had already been quietly questioning things, diving into rabbit holes few people want you to mention at dinner. Then March 2020 rolled in. Not the disease as such, but the way power handled it and the way society complied.

Something primal in me was poked awake. The lioness rose.

My bottom line has always been the same: do not touch or harm my children. Do not undermine my sovereignty as a mother. Full stop.

Turning shit into gold

If I could skip the grief and upheaval, I would. And still, it forged me. It sped up what I was inching toward in my comfortable, polite pace. It propelled me. I would not trade the growth, the expanded awareness, the clean sense of sovereignty it brought.

This, to me, is real alchemy. Turning shit into gold. Not abstract. Lived.

So I do not fuss about the unimportant now. I keep my energetic sanity. I live on my terms. Not because I am cold or mean — though if you only knew the old people-pleaser without boundaries, you might think so.

I choose this because I want to live well and model that for my kids. I want to be a good human in the truest way I know, aligned with my principles even when the world would prefer I soften, change or stay quiet. A human full of love, laughter and gratefulness, but not a pushover.

The uncorked bottle

My life and choices have to match my spirit. When you feel that click, strong and undeniable, that is your source speaking. That is the real deal. Once you know, you cannot unknow. The bottle is uncorked.

I am not here to turn anyone into an activist b*tch. I am here to guide you to stand 100 percent in your truth and power and to navigate every part of your life by that compass.

These first steps run deep, because real sovereignty reshapes everything: relationships, work, how you spend your hours and your energy. I am bringing all of me, on my terms, as promised.

This is not your usual empowerment fluff; no coaching lingo, no corporate dialect. No endless sales pitch, no marketing funnels, no endless discussions in DMs. You are game or you are not. Simple as that.

If this is meant for you, you do not need convincing. Not about my method, not about the details. Your bones already know. This is big and ancient.

What you get, for real

No fixes. This: a switch. After that, you cannot go back to small. The genie is out, and she does not do cages.

Love, Annemarijn

The painting is made by Ewa Rzeznik. It is not made especially fór me, but to me, it is. My son Klaasje and me, standing on the shore. Him wearing the little woollen skipper jacket I already had bought for him, which he never got to wear in real live…

When I saw it standing on the ground in an art gallery, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I NEEDED this painting in our home. So happy we could purchase it!

Dream BIG…

Daydreams aren’t fluff. They are signals.

In the forest my dog found a branch the size of a small tree and decided it was coming with us. Dogs don’t wait, debate or hesitate. They just do it. I laughed, and then the penny dropped. Do you know that click when truth lands, and you can feel it in your body?

Cracks in the cave

This is expansion. Your system chooses more than it used to carry, and your old “safe cave” can’t hold it anymore. First there are hairline cracks, then light slips in through the seams. Is it too late to stay safely small? Yes. The genie is out of the bottle. You already blew your own cave open.

For a moment it feels scary, you feel stretched. Then your eyes adjust. Any bears or sabre-toothed tigers waiting in the dark? No. There’s a view. There are infinitely many paths you couldn’t see when the walls felt solid and close. And they all feel good. Your belly flutters with anticipation.

Let your daydreams lead

This is where the good old daydreams return. When did you learn to push them away? At school, productivity got the stars and obedience got the praise, so ideas were trimmed to what is normal, realistic and inoffensive. The spark dimmed. Life filled up. Empty spaces got eaten by busyness and a quick scroll. Maybe you built a good life that still doesn’t quite fit. You feel most alive on weekends and holidays.

But now, your cave is cracked. And there is no way back.

Unplug from the program with me and dare to explore. Your daydreams are not fluff, they are signals. When we listen, they become direction. We find where resistance sits in your system, we let it go, and you move forward as yourself. Simple, grounded, often playful. Does that sound like relief?

How we roll

We meet, you move, you integrate. That’s why this works in all its simplicity. You don’t need me as your fixer, holding your hand every step of the way. You need a loving push and someone who loves to daydream with you — and who facilitates and spurs you to embodied action.

Ready to step in? Book your spot here.
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With love,
Annemarijn

People over algorithms. Thought of someone who needs this? Pass it on, and let this land where it belongs <3

P.S. I spent years with horses, finding tension and restriction, releasing it, and getting the animal moving. Now I do the same in my conversations with people.

How much good can you handle? Let’s find out.

Meditation — and all my issues with it

If the word “meditation” makes you go meeeeh, this one’s for you

In this story I want to do a little deep dive on meditation. Maybe not for the seasoned pros who sit with gurus and monks. I’m writing this for everyone who hears the word and thinks “meeeeh.” Like me.

How I grew up with it

I grew up in a spiritual household. My parents (who I love and respect to the moon and back) have always meditated. We went to weekends with like-minded people and, among other things, they meditated. And it was silent. We, the children, had to be very quiet while playing outside. Which we did not want to be. Naturally we became bigger little terrors than we already were. Balance, heh.

I have warm memories of those weekends and the people there. We also saw a parade of New Age types drift in and out: some funny, some terribly annoying, some very “holy.” As kids we made a lot of fun of it. (Yep, not very holy…)

Now that I’m older, I have renewed respect for all of them trying to do the right thing. The odd ones, the sensitive ones, the weird ones. It gave me a wider perspective on the world and everything above. It is part of who I am.

Why classic meditation never fit me

The concept of meditation always carried a push-away for me. As if I wasn’t capable, worthy, or holy enough. Tell me to think of nothing and my mind opens three thousand tabs. And I wasn’t sparing fifteen minutes a day to sit still. Too busy living life… doing a lot of pretty meditative things, actually.

It took me time to realise there are a billion ways to meditate. For me it’s contemplation and reflection. Letting the mind wander. Looking inward. Getting fantastic ideas. AHA’s. Thinking about life. And beyond life. The world, the universe, the multiverse. My children. Dinner. Is that a buzzard? Where is its nest? Is it going to rain? You see where this is going… I wander off in minutes. And it’s all fine. Daydreaming on steroids.

My way in: moving, muddy, alive

The best way for me to reach that contemplative state is not a lotus position on a yoga mat, a church, or an ashram. It’s grounded, earthly things. In nature. With animals. Walking my dog. Riding. Shovelling endless wheelbarrows of horse sh*t. Dirty hands, wet boots. Outside. In wind, rain, and sunshine.

I dare say many of the best ideas in the world stem from a woman, a windy field, and a wheelbarrow.
Also while stirring pots when I cook. Driving. Showering. Those moments where your mind wanders and you slip into another state of consciousness. You end up with inspired ideas and insights. (Keep your voice recorder handy.)

Why this works in sessions

These meditative techniques made their way into my client sessions, and they’re da bomb. We zoom out above the noise. We observe. We step off the rational hamster wheel and the everyday programming. Straight to source: your inner compass. We touch something ancient. We remember. We feel. We turn down the whirr of daily life and the rational brain. What really matters shows itself.

It leads to wonderful experiences, clear ideas and visions. Straight to the point where it matters. Ideas and action steps come from a totally aligned place, where you are whole. And ideas from that place lead to immediate action. Without overthinking. Without the limiting beliefs. Without the fluff.

It’s fun to practice. Anyone can master this in their own way and see what works best.

I’ll be with you to keep it bite-sized. I ask the right questions and give you simple tools to turn vision into action steps you can start right away.

Ready?

Are you in? Let’s go and see where it leads you — to see how good and how cool it can get. The real cost is in waiting and second-guessing while your whole body already said YES.

With love,
Annemarijn

People over algorithms. Thought of someone who needs this? Pass it on, and let this land where it belongs ❤️